Standing on the roofs of various buildings was definitely more Jack's thing, but since Gwen had returned from Fandom, she'd taken on some of the slightly more odd duties of Torchwood ( Read more... )

Gwen finished folding the last of her clothes and placing them in her overnight bag, before looking around the room to make sure she hadn't missed anything. The majority of her belongings had been sent on earlier (mostly thanks to Ianto's efforts last weekend), and bare of the personal touches that had built up over the last few years the room ( Read more... )

Gwen didn't know how or why exactly she'd woken up in very different surroundings to the ones she'd fallen asleep in, and wearing her costume no less, but regardless, she felt sure that Jason was somehow responsible. Especially since Mathesar was the next suspect that sprung to mind, and the Thermians just weren't the kind of people to kidnap ( Read more... )

Being a seal wasn't precisely bad, Gwen found, but it was hardly very good either, which was why Gwen was quite pleased when with a soft whuff of displaced air, she was just as suddenly not a seal as she'd turned into one.

Then she noticed three things in very quick succession.

One, it was bloody freezing.
Two, she was stark naked.
Three, there ( Read more... )

With nothing much else to do today, Gwen decided to take a morning stroll around the island. Making her way down to the beach at Serenity Cove, she looked out over the waves and wondered briefly why she was still irritated at Jack for packing her off out here, even after this much time ( Read more... )

Due to circumstances beyond our control, the part of Gwen Elizabeth Cooper will now be played by Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Gwen Cooper, Investigative Journalist, stretched luxuriously as she awoke, her raven tresses falling artfully around her porcelain features as she stood ( Read more... )

Gwen was sitting on her bed, typing out a reply to Ianto's latest email which had, as usual, been vague to the point of cryptic, when she knocked her alarm off the nightstand. Swearing under her breath, she reached under her bed to pick it up ( Read more... )

Upon waking up and seeing that no one was around to tell her not to, Gwen had taken to enthusiastically jumping on her bed, but even something as fun as that had lost its appeal after a while, and besides she was hungry ( Read more... )

You'd think that Gwen had reached the point where no matter where, what, how or with who she woke up, it wouldn't phase her.

That loud, masculine, Welsh-accented swearing would be her proving you wrong.

[Open like an open thing.]

( Gwen lay on the floor of the shipping container, unable to move... )